If he was only going to kill her she was not afraid.
'I will force you to trust me,' he said, quickly examining the charge as he came towards her.
'By threatening me with that thing ?' she asked with contempt.

'You are mistaken!' He was close to her, but he offered her the butt-end of the weapon.
'No,' he said, 'I am not mistaken.

It is I who fear death, as long as you are alive, and here it is, in your hand.' But she would not take the revolver from him.

'You will not take it?
Well, there it is.' He laid it on the chair, which he placed beside her.

'If I come too near you, or try to touch even your sleeve, you can use it.